Chapter 45:

Across a door and a bead curtain, Tang Zhuozhuo could smell the herbal scent inside, and even heard the man's suppressed coughing, suddenly an unknown fire burst into his heart.
Liu Hanjiang was fascinated, but Li Desheng did not dare to look up, guarding the door. He is different from Liu Hanjiang, the master's command must be followed anyway.
Tang Zhuozhuo's fingertips were white and trembling slightly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and the cough inside became more and more rapid.
Everyone knows how arrogant and noble this man is, if it weren't for it, he would definitely not show it in front of her.
"Look at my palace, who would dare to stop today?!" Her voice was soft and chilly, like a thin needle stuck in her bones.
Li Desheng saw her staring at him coldly, hesitated for a moment or moved away.
This master can't resist people himself, how can they keep it?
Tang Zhuozhuo snorted coldly, and his anger and grievance slowly subsided when he saw Huo Qiu. The man's complexion was sickly red, and his eyes were tightly closed. Tang Zhuozuo took his hand and he broke away.
She was so angry that she fell down, and almost couldn't help her.
"Why is your Royal Highness sending her concubine back to Beijing?" Her complexion returned to calm, and her words were completely gentle.
Huo Qiu closed his eyes and said nothing, but moved his body into the bed, trying to stay away from her.
But even this kind of action is very laborious. When has he been so embarrassed? It is still in front of her, all helplessness is manifested, if even her can't protect her, how can she be worthy of the vow when we married her?
When the body is healthy, all he thinks about is the same life and the same acupuncture point, even if he dies, he will drag her together, but at this time, even if the heartache is painful, he also wants to send her away.
If he really wants to suffer together, where is he willing?
Tang Zhuozuo saw that he didn't speak and didn't care. He just analyzed it calmly and said, "There are medicinal materials in Kyoto, but his body can't be exhausted. He can only send someone back to Kyoto to get the medicine. And the plague is fierce. She couldn’t stand her body either. It was just one day of effort that she had fallen into a faint.
She paused, tucked the quilt for Huo Qiu, and said slowly:
If the concubine has returned to Kyoto in these two or three days, Your Highness Even if you can survive it, your vitality will be severely damaged."
Huo Qiu finally opened his mouth at this time, his voice hoarse as if gravel was rubbed on the ground, and he said very solemnly: "Tang, return to Beijing immediately, this is an order."
Tang Zhuozuo hadn't heard Tang from his mouth for a long time. He was in a daze for a while. There was still his soft and petting Jiaojiao in his ears, but he was already bedridden in front of him.
"After sending the concubine back, is your concubine preparing to send a letter of resignation, or do you want the concubine's long companion to the ancient Buddha?" There was no fluctuation in her eyes, but what she said was extremely harsh and straightforward.
Huo Qiu finally had another reaction. The hand hidden in the quilt slowly squeezed into a fist. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "You go back first, and you will wait until I return to Beijing."
As long as he has a breath, even if his vitality is severely damaged, his life expectancy will be greatly reduced, and he will definitely not touch the thought of writing divorce and separation.
Tang Zhuozhuo lifted his eyelids, his grand countenance a little bit of anger cannot be ignored, "The concubine forgot to inform His Royal Highness that the relationship between the three princes and the concubine is bad. If the three princes board the seat of ninety-five in the future, the concubine will be forced Is it just like your Highness intended to be with Mobei?"
There is no need to think about it, this man will definitely not let go of Yan Guifei and Huo Qi's faction. By then, only the third and ten princes will be left as the adult princes in the middle of the country, and nine out of ten thrones will be in the hands of the three princes.
He thought that everything was arranged properly, but he didn't think about it from her point of view at all. He thought that he arranged everything and he should be worry-free.
The so-called disagreement with the three princes and concubines is just a cover, so that this man knows that not everything is under his control.
There was a dead silence in the room, and the two guarding at the door of the room saw the princess choking for the first time, and the object was still their master and son.
Just because of this courage, there is nothing to say.
A smile slowly appeared on Liu Hanjiang's face, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. His Royal Highness was so angry with the princess, he should have figured it out, but the princess was suffering, and when the master and son came back, he could not avoid having to settle the accounts.
Huo Qiu opened his eyes, the blood streaks in his eyes were clearly visible, the traces were distinct. He saw Tang Zhuozuo standing on the edge of the bed, his eye sockets were a little red, and he was still stubbornly looking at him condescendingly, really furious.
Why doesn't he know the mind behind her choking? But even if she knew it, she was very irritated by the divorce and leave words in her mouth.
"Jiaojiao, be more obedient."
Even when he was seriously ill, amidst the fainting nightmare, his reluctance is still such a wayward squeamish bag in front of him, her body can't hold even a small wind chill, let alone the plague.
Tang Zhuozuo's expression finally softened. She stepped forward and shook the beads in her hands. Her eyes were a little red: "His Royal Highness knows the usefulness of this bead, so why put it under the concubine's cushion?"
When Huo Qiu saw that she was wearing the bracelet, his expression became better, but he still didn't speak.
His lips were so dry and chapped, Tang Zhuozhuo took the herbal medicine that An Xia had just boiled, and then took the soup spoon, feeding him mouthfuls.
Herbal medicine has the effect of helping sleep and soothe the nerves, and Huo Qiu soon frowned and went to sleep.
Tang Zhuozuo looked at him like this for a long while, his legs were a little numb when he stood up, and went to sit in the next room.
Li Desheng walked in cautiously at this time, and Liu Hanjiang followed behind him. There were three people in the room with the same serious expressions.
These two laymen were really helpless in the face of the plague, they could only listen to the prince.
Tang Zhuozhuo took a sip of tea to moisturize his throat, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "From yesterday to today, people who have been in contact with His Royal Highness have cleared customs to prevent the spread of the plague."
"Don't worry, the minister has ordered someone to do it."
Tang Zhuozhuo nodded, and then his eyes fell on the two of them, and asked: "There is no second person here who has contracted the plague, indicating that this is for the hall."
"Before this, has your Highness come into contact with anything unusual?"
After Li Desheng lowered his head for a moment, he shook his head slowly.
"The things that His Royal Highness uses are all set up early, and they are basically brand new, and the body of the person who serves is not unusual."
Tang Zhuozhuo frowned, or Liu Hanjiang wanted to say something and stopped. Knowing that there were so many things that could not be concealed, he shook his fan and said, "It is the painting that Nanping Prince Zhu Lu gave to His Royal Highness yesterday. The painting looks like, but after seeing the painting, His Royal Highness fell ill."
Zhu Lu? Give Huo Qiu a picture?
Tang Zhuo's eyebrows jumped, and he stood up and asked, "Where is the painting now?"
Liu Hanjiang pointed to the study room in front of him, touched his beard and said, "It's in the study room of your Royal Highness."
Tang Zhuozuo caught something from his words, but he didn't dare to fully confirm it. He just gave Liu Hanjiang a deep look.
"The rest is left to Mr. Liu, and there is one more thing in this palace, I hope Mr. will agree."
Tang Zhuozuo walked to the door and suddenly turned around, staring at Liu Hanjiang and said, "My palace needs help from my wife."
Liu Hanjiang had already guessed it originally, so he nodded without hesitation.
Tang Zhuozuo needed Ye's for two reasons. One was that she made tea all the year round, and added Jiang Jianxi's medicinal powder to the tea, which made her body resistant to the plague for a long time.
The second is that Ye's had been with Jiang Jianxi and had a certain amount of common sense, which could help him a lot.
Seeing Liu Hanjiang's prompt response, she finally had a smile on her face, and the last trace of doubt about him was cleared in her heart.
She didn't know exactly what happened in the previous life, but vaguely felt that Liu Hanjiang's family was involved. After all, the Ye family had died early in the previous life.
It was the death of Ye's that greatly stimulated Liu Hanjiang and left the Huo Qiu camp.
From the main room to the study room, there is only a long and narrow aisle. The maid walks in front with a lantern in her hand. It is as dark as ink. Tang Zhuozuo walks all the way, obviously unable to lift her feet, but she has no energy at all. Boring.
She entered the study alone, and saw the rolled up painting on the desk.
Tang Zhuozuo took a deep breath, looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and walked closer to the table.
There was no one in the study, and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the room, making it more and more quiet and terrifying.
The painting was lying quietly, the scroll looked familiar, Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes condensed, his wrist moved slightly, and the painting slowly unfolded.
On the blank paper are petals that are flying up and down, and the bonus is a little weird. Under the tree is a woman with peach blossom tears and scorching moles, which looks like Tang Zhuozhao.
I wrote a king character two years ago.
Tang Zhuozhuo sneered in his heart. What did Zhu Lu mean by sending this painting? Remind Huo Qiu of her past with Wang Yi? Where did he get such courage?
So this matter must be Wang Yi's handwriting.
The faint smell of blood escaped from the painting, Tang Zhuozuo's expression was extremely cold, and the anger surging in her chest made her almost irrational.
Until now, she didn't go to Wang Yi to settle the account, he actually sent it to the door by himself and used himself to murder Huo Qiu again.
Had it not been for the person in this painting to be himself, Huo Qiu would never have read it!
Her slender fingers were white, and they were crushed on the strange red petals. When they were taken off, the faint red on the fingers proved her thoughts.
These petals are stained with blood and water, which is the source of the plague.
Tang Zhuozhuo bit his lower lip with hatred, his eyes were red, and he ordered to the people outside: "Don't come in, push a brazier to the door."
Such filthy things can only be burned.
The temperature of the brazier was scorching hot, and the billowing heat wave hit his face. Tang Zhuozuo dropped the picture scroll into the brazier, and there was a crackling burning sound.
Under the fire light, her face was completely cold, and her eyes did not fluctuate, only she knew what it was like in her heart.
There was a gentle sound of footsteps behind her, and then she had a pair of warm hands on her shoulders, Ye's face was worried, dressed in plain purple clothes, and her voice was gentle: "You don't need to worry too much, things are still changing."
Tang Zhuozhuo was silent, and grinned silently after a while, patted her hand, and stood up: "Senior sister, don't worry, this palace is not that easy to be dragged down."
When Huo Qiu wakes up safe and sound, none of the conspirators behind can escape!
Especially Wang Yi.
She wants to kill him by herself!
There was a sound of night crows, and the sound of footsteps outside the door hurriedly, and Quan Anshang was still panting, reporting it outside the door.
"Manny, Your Highness vomited blood!"